AN: Well, Kats and Kittens, this is my third Scrubs fic, and I hope it's as interesting as my mind thinks it is . . . It's a JDCox, and that usually tends to get people's attention. Plus, I just can't help myself when it comes to those two. They're just so gosh darn adorable together, you know? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs. Because if I did, JD and Perry would stop dancing around each other and just get it on already! FACT.
Breaking the Ice
Chapter One:
JD's head slipped beneath the water, and it took all the strength he had to fight his way back to the surface of the iced-over lake, spluttering as he met the chilled night air. His mittened hands grasped desperately at the layer of ice surrounding him but to no avail. It was far too slick to hold on to. He barely managed another breath before he felt himself sinking beneath the freezing water again.
As quickly as he could, he brought his knees to his chest and reached down to untie his skates, thanking anyone that cared to listen that he hadn't double-knotted them. Easily kicking them off, he found it somewhat easier to get to the surface this time, although, now, his feet were cold. Again, he made a grab for the edge of the ice, able to hold onto it long enough to shout "Help!" into the barren forest area around the lake. His only chance of surviving this was to wait it out until Perry came. He knew he would be coming because the older man had promised to teach him a thing or two about hockey. And Perry had never promised him anything that he couldn't deliver on, not even before they started sleeping together.
JD would have blushed at this thought, but he had already been in the water for a little over five minutes, and hypothermia had set in about a minute or so ago. It didn't matter that Perry was fifteen minutes late and that JD had decided to get some skating in before the older man finally did show up, seeing as he hadn't been on the ice since his older brother's eighth birthday party. What did matter was that Perry was coming, and JD would be out of this water in no time with a cup of hot chocolate, a warm blanket, and a certain someone to share body heat with to look forward to. His grip faltered, and he found himself beneath the water once again, his limbs numb and his chest aching for air.
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Perry cursed as he glanced at the clock on his car radio before hurriedly parking in the lot near the lake. He was nearly twenty minutes late to meet JD. What a way to start a vacation. They had decided to spend Christmas in the cabin his parents had left him in northern California – JD hadn't seen snow for a long while and wanted to learn a little about hockey. Perry had been all-too-happy to oblige, but work had called him in at the last minute. He had told JD to go ahead up to the cabin and wait for him. They would meet at the lake around eight o'clock. But work had been more swamped then expected, what with the maulings from the Christmas shopping rush. People could be very brutal around the holidays, especially when their kids just had to have that G.I. Joe with the detachable leg and amazing blood-spurting action or Polly Piss-Her-Pants.
The older man jumped out of the car as quickly as he could, grabbing his ice skates from the passenger seat and jogging towards the lake. He hoped JD would understand. He usually did, especially when it came to work. The kid was far too forgiving. And, besides, he wasn't that late, was he? It was a miracle he wasn't later, given the traffic and the hour-long drive from home.
He stopped as he reached the edge of the lake, breathing heavily as he looked around for any sign of the younger man. Seeing no one, his shoulders slumped. He had rushed for nothing. JD had probably forgotten or, more likely, gotten lost. The roads up here could be rather confusing if you didn't pay attention to the signs, and most of them had been blown over or covered in mounds of snow.
Perry was about to turn and go back to his car when he caught sight of the hockey sticks lying nearby. His brows furrowed, and his eyes scanned the surrounding area once again, attempting to find JD on the poorly-lit ice.
"JD?" He called, dropping his skates and starting to trek through the snow. Suddenly, there was the distant sound of splashing water and weak spluttering echoed from the lake.
"H-Help!" More splashing, and then everything went silent again. Perry's stomach dropped as he recognized the voice.
Shit.
AN: Questions? Comments? Vague disregard for any or all words written and established in the mind of one who has no sanity?
So I'm thinking this one is going to have about three chapters . . . At least, that's what my mind is telling me at the moment, but it lies sometimes, so I'm not exactly sure if I should trust it or not. Either way, this isn't going to be a long, drawn-out story. It should be three chapters or less. :) Later, Gators! See ya in the next chapter.